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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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"You know, I wasn't sure about this place when I first stopped in, but I think I'm going to like it," she says. At least for a little while. There are enough people here with troubles, enough attractive faces, enough trouble for her to stir up or encourage that she can't imagine being bored.

Though Will is the only prospect on the horizon at the moment, the woman in front of her is certainly appealing as well and April's gaze flicks over her casually. "You're planning on staying in town?" she asks. "For good?"

"I think, beneath the terribly quaint surface, there's more here than meets the eye," Daisy agrees. As a witch, she can sense the various powers all around her, a myriad of abilities that fascinates her and makes her dream of if she might be able to make some interesting connections with said powers.

Daisy recognizes the glancing over April gives her and returns it with a practiced ease; strange familiarity aside, the other woman is rather beautiful, and Daisy can think of worse things than flirting with a beautiful stranger on the boardwalk.

"Looks that, way, at the moment," she answers with a smile. "Unless something changes my mind."

That's an attitude April understands and she nods her agreement, because that's her plan as well. Stay in town unless something changes her mind and while she doubts she'll be here forever -- she doesn't think in terms of forever because nothing truly lasts that long -- she has no intention of leaving yet.

"Have you heard any of the history of this place?" she asks curiously.

"Oh, the family feud, witch edition? Oh yes, it's hard not to," Daisy replies. "I think their tourism industry would go bunk if they didn't make sure to mention the history on every available t-shirt, keychain, or postcard." She thinks of the way the locals do little to discourage the rumors, too, which makes her believe that the history is based in fact more than legend. She doesn't sense any magical abilities coming from April, but then, she could be cloaking her powers for all Daisy knows. Still, as she isn't sure whether she possesses any magic, she remains mum on her thoughts for the time being.

"I was given a little background on it last night," April says, her smile turning thoughtful. She doesn't want to act as if she believes it -- she's not sure she does, really -- but it's fascinating all the same. That the families are still feuding in some ways makes it all the more fun to find a way to use it to her advantage.

"It is something of a tourist trap, though, isn't it?" she asks. "A way to make some extra money."

"Yeah? From another pretty face with too much money?" Daisy grins at her slyly. Personally, she's eager to dig into the history, see if it has anything to do with her father, somehow. She's trying to remain realistic, but she can't help but hope.

"It is, but I do like the sea, so I can't complain overly much," she says. "Though it certainly isn't Boston."

"The librarian, actually," she says with a smirk. "And he's not interested in the sorts of things I have to offer." He had been sweet, though, and while April has little interest in sweet most of the time, she does realize remaining on his good side might benefit her somehow in the long run. She's still too new in town to have written off anyone as useless just yet, even if he's not interested in her physically.

"I tend to stick close to the ocean myself," she admits, looking toward the water. "I've lived all over the coast. Never Boston, though, is that where you've come from?"

"I see," Daisy says, amusement thick in her voice. "All the more pity for him, really." Still, even if this librarian wasn't interested in wares like April's and hers, he could prove useful, especially if one really wanted to get to know the town.

"Yeah, born and raised," she admits, always liking how, in Boston, she could be in a city and close to the water all at once. She isn't sure why being close to the water is important to her; it's just one of those traits she comes to realize the more thinks about it over time.

"I was born in Toronto," she says. "Just outside of it, really, but I got out of there as soon as I turned eighteen." The rest of her history, that she'd been taken from her parents as a toddler, bounced from foster home to foster home, never settling down, never being officially adopted, she doesn't share those things. Not unless she finds they might benefit her.

"But I like the coast," she says. "And this place doesn't seem so bad."

"Toronto?" Daisy says, interested. She's always liked the idea of Canada, even if she's never been herself. "That must have been exciting." She's tempted to ask if she speaks French.

"I like being close to a beach, myself," she agrees. "Gives me a chance to work on my tan."

"It wasn't terrible," she says with a smile. "The lake isn't nearly big enough to be a substitute for the ocean, but at least it's still a city at the edge of a body of water."

For so long, she was never able to describe why the water felt so important to her and it was only when she'd been swimming and caught sight of the scales rippling over her legs beneath the water that she'd begun to understand.

"Still, must have had it's own fun, in it's own way," Daisy says. "Still, a change can usually shake things up for the better so."

Daisy can't explain why she's drawn to the water; it comes from a separate place than her magic, and in a way, feels like a separate form of magic. She likes watching the waves as the lull within the ocean or crash upon the shore; she very much likes the way the ocean feels crushingly large, a conveyor of fate and a deity in its own right all at once. And the water is what usually calms her, in times of distress. She's never really considered why, before.

Since she turned eighteen, April has had more change than most people have in their entire lifetime, but she only smiles and nods her agreement. "I've never been very good at staying in one place for too long," she says, as if she's merely restless, when in reality it's been her own trouble making that has usually been the cause behind her moves.

"I've stayed in one place my whole life," Daisy says wistfully. "We're like, opposites, really." Apart from her stint in college, Daisy has never even left Boston. To get to explore towns outside of said city is something of a new experience, one that Daisy finds she quite enjoys.

"Careful, don't fall under my influence or you'll never stay in one place for longer than a year again," April says with a teasing smile. If she tried, if she really wanted to, she thinks she might be able to convince a person to follow her, but she's never tried. She's never wanted that responsibility.

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